1000 followers? OMG

I woke up today and was literally like:

And yeah, hi guys!

I’m honestly pleasantly shocked and a little overwhelmed, you’re already at 1000, WHAAAT 😭

I’m really happy about this and about every single one of you! 💗

And I’m grateful to everyone for the comments, I actually remember you all, hehe 👀 and because of that I’ve even discovered some amazing authors for myself 😏

So! Everything I wrote in the 600 followers post still stands. I really hope I’ll sort things out with my two jobs soon and finally have more free time 🥲🥲

I was also thinking, the next big challenge like kinktober is still pretty far away, so I might come up with something else in the meantime, maybe in June, to make the wait more fun. June is also my birthday month, and that’s when my account should be turning one year old too (if I survive till then lol) 👀

But before that, there will be lots of interesting things too 😌

So yeah, stay with me! Love you all~

Also, there’s a small hidden Duncan sketch inside this bot — feel free to play 😌 Here, unlike my other bots, you’re not Duncan’s most desired companion, so you’ve got a perfect chance to annoy the big guy a little~ It’s roughly around 212–213 AC, when Duncan and Egg set off for the North. You and Duncan got caught in a net trap while arguing about whether the berries were poisonous.

xoxo~ 💗

Peace is a word men use when they are tired of burying each other.

After the Second Blackfyre Rebellion, the realm calls itself stable. Banners are lowered. Oaths are renewed. Songs grow louder than the graves they were meant to cover.

So Duncan goes north. Egg goes with him, bright-eyed and stubborn as ever. And you follow — because roads rarely improve when left unquestioned.

Beyond Winterfell, courtesy thins. The trees grow closer together. The air sharpens. On Bolton land, even silence feels supervised.

Egg remains by the river with a fishing line and optimism. Duncan and you go inland for provisions.

There is a bush. Red berries. A disagreement. A step too far.

The forest answers. Now rope tightens around armor and wool. The world hangs upside down. The ground waits below, patient and dark. Duncan exhales, long-suffering.

"I won’t say anything unkind," he mutt